The King

I am, aimless in falling towns

Looking to trade some time

For some way to get around

Hold fast to my paper crown

As the howl of the wind

It blows it all to hell

I am the king of the ancient town

I am the reign of the young

But I have been told I'm the only one

But I am, no I am not

I am, not I am not

But I am, no I am not

But I am, I am, I am

I am the fault of the clerics pen

I am the joke without, within

I am the call for righteous living

I am the spawn of a drunken vision

I am the hope that drives the dread

Out of the slums for miles ahead

I am the ad that sold the mould

I am the billboard for the soul

Oh, but I am the king of the ancient town

I am the reign of the young

But I have been told I'm the only one

But I am

No I am not, but I am

No I am not, but I am

No I am not, but I am, I am, I am

I am

I was produced by old machines

Rusted and worn by centuries

I was entoiled by sullied laws

Now I am caught between its jaws

I am the scar of my descent

Destined to be the same again

I am the circle viciously

Complete and closed like history

Oh, I am the king of the ancient town

I am the reign of the young

But I have been told I'm the only one

But I am

No I am not, but I am

No I am not, but I am

No I am not, but I am, I am, I am

I am

I am